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Saturday, July 26, 2014

*GUEST POST+ EXCERPT* FEAR ME NOT by Sara Wolf

FEAR ME NOT

(The EVE Chronicles #1)

Genre: YA/Sci-Fi

The aliens crash-landed on Earth eleven years ago. And now, sixteen-year-old Victoria Hale feeds them. With her emotions.

Victoria
is an EVE - an Emotion Vesicle Engraft - and one of few humans who are
genetically capable of producing emotions for the Gutters to feed on.
She's doing it for the money - her sister Alisa needs a good doctor, and
fast. But what she didn't count on was being sent to the world's first
desegregated high school for Gutters and humans. She didn't count on the
paparazzi, the protestors, or the insane Gutter politics and government
secrets. She didn't count on the crimson-eyed Gutter prince with an
intriguing heart of cold iron, either.

She especially didn't count on murder.

But it's counting on her.

Guest Post:

Writing Stories Based
in High School

Hey guys! It’s Sara Wolf here. Thanks so much for having me on your blog!

So the topic of today’s post is about Writing Stories Based
in High School. A lot of people ask me if I’ll ever write ‘grown up’ books,
meaning they somehow think books set in high school are inferior to books not
set in high school. This really irks me for several reasons. One, because the
people who are judgmental like this are poop heads. Two, because they probably
don’t like books set in high school because they have no imagination. Also,
because they didn’t like their high school experience. Which probably means
they were nerds. I mean, I was a nerd too, but c’mon! High school might not
have been the best, but it was definitely the most informative *AHEM* period of
my life! Aside from college. But that’s a whole different ballgame.

Writing books in high school is awesome. It lets me relive
high school all over again, which is fun and painful but mostly fun. Also, it
reminds me that being an adult isn’t the most important thing in the world.
Lots of people are eager to grow up, but I never really was. Adult and teenager
are such weird terms to slap on people. I think it’s better if we see them in
terms of growth – adults can act like kids and I know teens who are the
smartest, wisest, oldest souls around. So growth shouldn’t really be a factor,
and I try not to let it be when writing about kids in high school. People say
my characters are too grown-up, or too kiddish, but honestly there’s no such
thing. There’s just people, and how mature they are in their own heads.

Anyway, thanks so much for listening to me rant! If you
like, check out my book, Fear Me Not.

<3

Sara

“I’m sorry,” Shadus’ voice says.My eyes slide over – Shadus is standing right next to me, leaning on the bookshelf. I close my eyes and sigh.“Don’t be. It’s me. Something’s wrong with me. I don’t know how to react like a normal person. Jeers, whispers, sneers, those are fine. I ignore them, punch something to make them hurt less. Compliments? I don’t know what to do with those.”“You’re different. That’s not necessarily bad,” He offers. His long fingers skim over a row of books and he picks one out, flipping through the pages. “More literature in which the protagonist kisses his interest. Is it all your human writers are interested in? It hardly seems worthy enough to devote entire books to.” “It’s not so bad,” I defend. “Kissing.”“You speak from experience?” He asks.“Second grade during the school play. Arnold Grady. We were backstage, behind the curtain. I thought it was a good time to go for it.”“It was enjoyable, then?”“Too wet.” I laugh, the memory burning like an old tattoo of embarrassment. “He was shorter than me - all the boys were. They’ve only started catching up this year, really.”“I’m jealous.”I raise an eyebrow. “What? Of the short boys?”“Of your kiss. You speak of it fondly. Even if it was lacking technique, you still remember it. It must have been an important experience. I assume I will never know that sort of feeling - ”I step into him. He jolts back, hitting the bookshelf. It shakes, and settles. I point up at him.“Be thankful. You guys have the ceremony of flame. You don’t waste time with petty shit and he-likes-her-she-likes-him crap. Your future is arranged by your family. But us? Humans? We fish around blindly in a pool of seven billion people, hoping one of them isn’t too crazy or too incompatible with us, and we get so desperate that when we find someone we can stand for two minutes we decide to marry them for life, when in reality they’re all wrong for us. But we keep pretending they’re right, until we can’t anymore, and then we divorce them or break up and we get up and try again, and again, and it chips away at our tiny human hearts.”He stares at me intently, as if I’m lecturing him and he’s trying his hardest to learn something from it. I snort.“You’re lucky, Creeps. All you Gutters are lucky.”“What you call ‘lucky’, I call ‘boring’,” Shadus says. “The human way of things may be more painful, but it sounds much more fun.”I stride up to him, get in his face. His chest is rising and falling, his fists balled up. His ruby eyes stare down at me.“Don’t do it,” He murmurs.“Do what?” I singsong.He struggles with something inside himself, a pained look coming over his expression.“Victoria -”I press my head into the cradle where his neck meets his shoulder.

Sara Wolf is the author of the LOVELY VICIOUS series and FEAR ME NOT, the first book in The EVE Chronicles, a YA/Sci-Fi series. She’s currently working on the final book in the LOVELY VICIOUS series. She’s addicted to the Vampire Diaries, The Walking Dead, True Detective, pink Starbursts, pizza, and damaged heroes. For additional books, news, teasers, and giveaways, visit her at sarawolfbooks.blogspot.com or facebook.com/sara.wolf.3304.

Eighteen-year-old Isis Blake hasn’t fallen in love in three years, forty-three weeks, and two days. Or so she thinks.

The
boy she maybe-sort-of-definitely loved has dropped off the face of the
planet after his girlfriend's death, leaving a Jack-shaped hole.
Determined to be happy, Isis fills it in with lies and puts on a brave
smile for her new life at Ohio State University.

But how long can that smile last with all of her friends gone?

How long can it last with the guilt of Sophia's death crushing her?

And how long can it really last when Will Cavanaugh attends the same school, taunting her?

Isis is good at pretending everything is okay. But not that good. The cracks begin to show.

Isis Blake is good at putting herself back together.

But Jack Hunter is better.

**This book contains language and sexual scenes, some of which may be unsuitable for younger readers.